by Joanna Penn Cooper & Todd Colby Illustrations by Todd Colby

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05

Red Letter Day

I feel so stupid for ever feeling the things I felt my ribs
bang against the bus when you pressed me against the bus.
I feel flushed and jostled, my life a series of small assaults
that have taken some sort of toll from me, so much so that
I leap into walls just to stop from laughing, if I were one
to laugh. And so my lumbar is silver and medicated, full
of oxygen and beams. Take it all (your well-learned politics)
in the event of this I give strokes to calm the engine right now!
I am that lucid. I am. I just forget who’s who sometimes.